THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
God 'lmighty, and I reckon He ought to know it; but—" he broke forth again.
Pete drew back in alarm. "Look your trouble in the face, lad," said the shepherd; "don't let it get you down like this."
"Look it in the face!" roared the other. "Good God! that's just it! ain't I a lookin' it in the face every day? You don't know about it, Dad. If you did, you—you'd cuss too." He started in again.
"I know more than you think, Grant," said the other, when the big fellow had stopped swearing to get his breath. While he spoke, the shepherd was looking away along the Old Trail. "There comes your trouble now," he added, pointing to a girl on a brown pony, coming slowly out of the timber near the deer lick. The young man made no reply. Pete, at sight of the girl, started to his feet, but the big fellow pulled him down again, and made the boy understand that he must not betray their position.
When Sammy reached the sheep, she checked her pony, and searched the hillside with her eyes, while her clear call went over the mountain, "Oh—h—h—Dad!"
Young Matt shook his head savagely at his companion, and even Brave was held silent by a low "Be still" from his master.
Again Sammy looked carefully on every side, but lying on the higher ground, and partly hidden by the
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